Wednesday, August 25, 2004

silver lining - Tuesday, August 24 2004

vancouver's classic rainy/grey/gloomy image has been restored over the past few days...back to grey skies, cloudy mornings, a grayish tint in the air of the whole downtown core due to light rain, steam and smoke. a lot of people might find such a setting depressing, especially since we've had such beautiful sunshine for the past who knows how long (a whole month?!). but i've grown accustomed to this hazy environment, and although i wasn't totally bummed out by the weather anyway, i heard something through the walls of my office today that totally made my day:

background: the "hobbit lady" was on holiday for all of last week. today was the two-foot-terror's dreaded return. the other girl (shannon) is still helping her out in the office and the 2 are discussing the hobbit's holiday...

shannon: so how was your holiday? you said you were going on a little trip right? (emphasis by me)

hobbit: (totally overblown, voice of a hoarse horse) o yeah...we had to go to this wedding of a friend of ours. oooh my god...we had like...the craziest time...

shannon: o really? that's nice, did you have fun?

hobbit: (big, noisy snort for air) well, it started off alright but then at the reception, you know i was on the dancefloor just going at it (blaaah!! yucck!!) but then the f*%kn craziest thing happened...


"ms. baggins" then goes on and explains how some dude who was "drunk dancing" (i could hear her little feet stomping on the carpet so i knew she was reenacting it), somehow managed to elbow her in the face, and knocked out one of her front teeth! not only did he knock out her tooth and not even notice that he'd dealt her the blow, she said she kinda choked on it for a while before coughing it up. (excuse me: LOL...*gasp* hahahahahaHAHAAHAAHAhahahah!! ahem. ok, on with the story)

so yeah, i looked over at shaney (the girl i'm training to take my spot after friday) and she's heard all this as well, and while she's trying to be polite and only has a bewildered look on her face, i'm all but falling out of my chair, convulsing w/ muffled laughter. *sigh*...what a great way to start my day.

later on in the day i came across the hobbit, and i couldn't help but tell her that i'd overheard her little story, and she showed me her new tooth (i think it's made out of porcelain or something?). but yeh, it looks pretty normal, dentists are pretty hi-tech nowadays i guess, but yeh i wish someone could've gotten that on video. HHH: Happy Holidays Hobbit!

Wednesday - August 25 2004

was out for a walk during lunch today and i saw something interesting: a lady construction worker, walking her dog. the lady was wearing one of those neon orange safety vests. so was her dog. not only that, her dog was some kind of mutant; the markings/colouring of it's head & face looked like those of a dirty dalmatian, but only up until the point of the vest's neckline. the rest of it was coloured like a rotty/doberman. weird.

also bumped into sandy from Hamber. i haven't seen her in like...at least a few years but she recognized me before i recognized her. do i look that much the same? nyeh...i guess so. she's finished her degree in psych from ubc, going back for more school though, and she works @ the call centre w/ eltro. she's been working there since grade 12. craazzy...

(later on that day...)

='( i want to cry... starting sunday night, i all of a sudden decided to try and eat "healthy" for a bit. i have no clue in the world why i was struck with such insanity, but it's only been 2 days and i feel so deprived. no mcdeal's during work. no pizza after lunch. i just eat breakfast (bowl of cereal), my brown-bag lunch; sandwich (which isn't even all that healthy, i still use mayo, honey mustard n cheese), a piece of fruit and juice, and whatever mom/dad cooks for dinner (they're usu. pretty healthy w/ their meals. not "super-freak" healthy, but home-cooked healthy). so nothing too extreme i guess, the only thing i'm doing is avoiding my usual indulgence of greasey burgers every once in a while, a slice of pizza (or 2), ice cream, chips....aaahaAAAAHhhhHH!!!! X_o i think i'm getting moodswings too...i'm depressed....nooooo.... $1.81 mcChicken...how can i resist you? $1.00 (93c plus tax) pizza slices...why must you taunt me? mozza burger...with mozza, bacon, and juicy meat...arggh...gelato, chocolate, and truffle cakes so sweet...all these things i must not eat!!!
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i made it- Thursday, August 26 2004

i didn't give in to mcChicken cravings yesterday. although i was tempted later that night to go to starbuck's (where i would've "conveniently" sneak into the a&w next door for a double mozza), i resisted! so what has subjecting myself to this harsh self-discipline accomplished?

MISERY to the utmost extreme...i am hard pressed right now to think of a time when my heart felt heavier (and my stomach felt any lighter), or my soul felt as empty as it does now. but i must keep my head up (lest my co-workers think i'm sleeping on the job), i will hold it up high, and i will have hope for tomorrow! for tomorrow is...filet-o-fish friday! after (nearly) a whole week (work-week) of abstaining from the grease...this is a suitable reward. i can only pray that i will make it until tomorrow. aided by the fact that thursday's mcdeal is undesirable anyway, and that mr. smelly/hairy man is working at the 93c pizza place today...i think i can stay away for another 24 hours...when my life will once again be filled with joy. i have to go to the dentist after work too.

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i couldn't eat for like an HOUR after seeing the dentist...this was the worst time of day to deprive myself too, since it was after work, and i was holding back from snacking on fast food while at work...i was so sad. even in the car during the ride home from the dentist's office i think my mom could tell i was slightly irritable. just a "tad" >=[ i came home, lamenting over my deprivation...but when i headed upstairs i heard the encouraging sound of someone bustling about in the kitchen...it was dad! good 'ol pops...he had just the thing to lift my spirits up out of the gutter:
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*sniff*...thanks pop!